Saturday 13 July 2019

BE KIND




Billy, let’s be kind
Good hearts we’ll find
Let’s renew our minds
We’ll make merry and dine
It will all be fine
Hey!
Do not check the time!
I have no desire to hear the clock chime
There’s no hurry
I’m not sorry
There is too much pain
So many insane
Oh! How pretty the world would be
If truly we can see
The ones around us
And show some love with no fuss
If only we can take a pause
And truly look around us
To see the ones in tears
And the ones battling fears
To love the unloved
And call them, “Beloved”
To give a loaf of bread
To the hungry before they are declared dead
To speak kind words
Regardless of the bitterness in this world
To go the extra mile
With a smile
Even when their hearts are filled with bile
To be kind
Even when the reasons are hard to find
If only
If only
We’ll be agents of goodness
In a world filled with so much darkness
We’ll all be filled with happiness
And chase away dark clouds of sadness



By Sylvia Chika
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Saturday 6 July 2019

GIBBERISH


Gibberish
Gibberish
Gibberish
My head is filled with gibberish
Habbulu
Babbulu
Shabbulu
Can’t someone stop me from babbling?
Hippity
Giffity
Biggity
My head is spinning three sixty
Hottolly
Pottolly
Nottolly
I’m losing my mind totally



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Friday 14 September 2018

Behind The Curtains



Behind the curtains
There was real life
Behind the curtains
She cried real tears
Behind the curtains
There were real problems
Behind the curtains
Her smile faded away

Behind the curtains
The spotlight was nonexistent
Behind the curtains
No claps were heard
Behind the curtains
Her reflection stared at her
Behind the curtains
The real “her” was revealed

Behind the curtains
The razors and the needles taunted her
Behind the curtains
Her demons came alive
Behind the curtains
Emptiness screamed at her lonely soul
Behind the curtains
She was all alone

But now she wanted more
More than what the stage could offer her
More than the spotlight
More than their applause
And the admiration
She desired fullness
She hated the emptiness that mocked her each day
She wanted more than the lights
She wanted more than the camera
She wanted more than the action
So much more than this facade
She let go of the bottles
The razors and the needles
She wanted more
So she dropped the act
And went in search of help
Running into arms of her Father
The One who saw the real her
The One who knew what she really needed
The One who could give her what she really needed
Her Father!
Her Father!



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Wednesday 5 September 2018

I have no time




I have no time
Stop bothering me!
I have no time
I’ll see you tomorrow
I have no time
Why do you keep asking?
I have no time
Let’s postpone the visit
I have no time
I’ll see you some other time
I have no time…
…I really don’t!

But now you are gone

I regret the days
I had no time
I regret those words I said
When I lied that I had no time
I regret saying to you,
“I have no time”
Cos I really do have time
So much time to regret
So much time to mourn you
So much time to wish for more time
More time with you
So much time to pray for forgiveness
So much time…
Oh, please forgive me!
I really do have time
Please, come back!
Come back to me!



By Sylvia Chika
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Thursday 23 August 2018

PERFECT LIE



She tried
She tried so hard
Not to make a mistake
She covered all her flaws
Pacing through life on tipped toes
Trying so hard not to make a mistake
But that in itself was the mistake
She was meant to live
She was meant to love
She was meant to jump
She was meant to play
She was meant to be free
She was meant to make mistakes
And laugh at the silliest jokes
She was meant to dance in the rain
Let her hair down
And sing a rhythmless song
But she kept it all bottled up
And put on a show for everyone
Feigning a perfect existence
Feigning a perfect life
Living a perfect lie
Caught in the perfect web
A web of lies



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Thursday 19 July 2018

She




She reeked of it
She flaunted it
She displayed it
She sold it
SEX!
Clad in provocation
Glowing in her trade
She called her buyers
With provocative sounds
And sinful gestures
She lured them out
From street corners
They crept out
From their homes
They sneaked out
From buildings
They rolled out
Her buyers answered
They heard
They saw
She stood in the shadows
She lavished her sin upon their senses
She was on display
She stood in her display case
And called them by their desires
She knew their demons
She was friends with the devil
With a sultry voice
She beckoned on them
They crawled towards her
She beckoned
They drew closer
No one considered her price
DEATH!
She called them by their weaknesses
Like hungry dogs
They drew closer
As they approached her pretty wall of Hades
She drew them in
Into her bosom
Into an abyss of death
They found comfort in her arms
And she released sweet hell upon them
Little flames
Little burns
And then she pulled them all down
Down with her
Into the darkness
Into the place of torment
Her little world of torment
The demons sucked them in
They nodded in approval
And up she went again
Back to the earth
To draw more men to her
Reeking of sexuality and doom
She knew her job
And she did it well
Clad in destruction and death
She pulled them in



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Monday 14 May 2018

WELL OF INNOCENCE



You promised me!
You said it last week
This is the last time.
You promised me!
But here you are again
Creeping in the dark
Knocking on my door
While daddy sleeps so deeply
And mummy sleeps so sweetly
No one in sight
Just you and I
Here you are again
Asking for a drink
From a well you dont own
Destroying a pretty little flower
Soiling my innocence
With your dirty perverted hands
Claws and fangs you have
Drinking from my well of innocence
Asking for more
Addicted to your insanity
Giving me candies and cookies
In exchange for the diamond I hold dear to my heart
GET AWAY FROM ME!
STAY AWAY!
Mummy, help!
I scream
Hoping someone would wake up
Praying my muffled screams will be heard
As you draw water from my well
I scream into your palms
But no one hears me
As usual
Im left to bear this shame
All alone
To suffer this pain
All alone
No one to help
No one to save me
I drift into my safe place
The small world inside my head
A place with pretty flowers untouched
Unbruised
Unabused
I dance in my little garden
I laugh in my happy place
Shutting the doors of pain behind me
As you unrepentantly draw more water from my well
Your wickedness tainting my beauty
Your lust polluting my well of innocence


By Sylvia Chika
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